Ryuziku
- Sunrise (3)
His head hurt, it felt like splitting into innumerable pieces. But he couldn't give up just yet; his will was too strong. He looked over and saw the curved blade, still jutting out of the body of its most recent prey. "Well," he thought to himself, "My spear's shattered, and the enemy's only getting closer. Might as well try this out." He picked up the scythe, and the rest is bloody history.
Ryuziku
- Sunrise (2)
Kyuhn crept out from under the foliage. Another hundred arrows shot past his afterimage immediately after. "I think I might have underestimated the situation," he thought to himself, as he tucked and barreled through the woods, desperately trying to salvage his life, let alone his dignity. He was supposed to be the best. No other archer could sneak around like he could. No one else except the legend herself - Artemis.
Ryuziku
- Sunrise
It was night. Ryuziku took a breath and looked up at the stars, and amongst all of their sparkling constellations, he only saw one. Then he looked back down, at the figure ahead of him, way off in the distant battlefield. Standing above a mound of fresh corpses, it sparkled just as radiantly and terrifyingly as its namesake above. Its name was Orion.
